"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, July 1, 2016

Dandelion Strong

I am moon, the northern star,
the wild woman gathering
mulberry shadows.

I am weed, dandelion strong,
growing where impossible
fertilizes the soil.

I am wild moon weed
turning shadows into star light,
a dreamer resurrected from killing fields.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2016


Rommy said...

So much strength and resilience conveyed here. I like dandelions as a metaphor for survival.

brudberg said...

The strength of weed is perfect here... love the thought of dandelions.... I see them breaking through concrete,

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is gorgeous....I love the strength of the wild moon weed!

gillena cox said...

Weeds are such. The resilience the wonder. Gotta luv this write

Much love...

Magaly Guerrero said...

I love the idea of growing wild, powerful and completely delicious "where impossible
fertilizes the soil." I think I know this dandelion. And she's incredible!

angieinspired said...

Personification. of a weed. yes

Jim said...

Dandelions in the moonlight must be pretty, I'll have to check it out. I have liked dandelions ever since first grade, the yellow ones. White and ready for the winds are pretty also. We had them and wild violets growing in our school yard.

kaykuala said...

Dandelions that sprout in Spring certainly can survive, right until the warm months. . All these done on the wild side on their own. Isn't that great?


Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a beautiful ode to resilience.

Ellecee said...

Love this poem, how our strength will push us up and through,,

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